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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers

Propagation

The Origin

1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-

Existence made its way.

Explosions carved the universe

As She unfolded clay.

2 The earth held nothing in its form

Aside from empty dark.

The Goddess crafted sod and sea;

Her spirit made its mark.

3 The angels She created next-

Of wing and feral might.

Emblazoned with a fiery core,

An army willed to fight.

4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”

She saw that this was good.

Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;

She crafted earth and wood.

5 A separation of the void,

She called them night and day.

A sphere of fire to keep the morn,

A moon where dark would stay.

6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf

In waters rushing flow,

The Goddess spoke and ushered fish

Beneath the undertow.

7 Upon the lands, the angels flew

Ensuring life evolved.

The smallest to the greatest spread,

A manifest resolved.

8 The Goddess called her angels back,

Decreeing, “Be it so-

That all I make shall reproduce-

Increasing ebb and flow.”

9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;

The fauna filled the land.

The angels blessed the beast and bird

As was their first command.

10 Although the world begotten brimmed

In life of every thing,

The Goddess felt an emptiness

Compelling her to sing.

11 A garden formed of lush delight

Encapsulating all

Invoked as She unleashed a song

And wrought mankind in thrall.

12 The major chords she ushered forth

Ensnared the dirt and mud,

And in her image came the first-

A human, flesh and blood.

Lilith and Adam

2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-

The Goddess placed her spark

Embedding every living thing

Between the light and dark.

2 Around the garden walked abroad

A woman of the earth.

The Goddess smiled at what she saw,

Creating in her mirth.

3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,

The Goddess lullaby.

She raised her up above the beasts;

The angels in the sky.

4 And though all pleasures she partook,

A sorrow swallowed whole.

The Goddess made the woman sleep

To form another soul.

5 The moment She began her song,

A rib from Lilith spurned

Another- man- as Adam came-

And passion in him burned.

6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-

He tried to rule her form.

But she refused his thirsty lust;

No, she would not conform.

The Descent

3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood

Until he heard a voice-

“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-

My son, you have a choice.”

2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,

Had fallen from a star.

Enticing Adam with his lies,

He whispered, “There you are!”

3 As Adam stood before the beast,

A newfound feeling swelled.

“What can I do to make her mine?

To make her heart compelled?”

4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-

Absolve your flesh in her.”

The great deceiver coaxed his prey

And Adam would concur.

5 Unknown to either of the two,

The Goddess crafted more-

She called them dwarves and others elves,

The myths of ancient lore.

6 As it would be, a dwarf about

The garden heard the plan.

He raced to Lilith, full of fear,

And thus betrayed the man.

7 The garden, Eden it was called,

Invited Adam home.

And Lilith waited, open arms;

Beside her stood a gnome.

8 “So, Mother has created more-

And here you wait for me.

I have a tale to share with you-

An act to set you free."

9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared

And angels flew below

Arresting Adam ere he stood,

For what, he did not know.

10 “What meaning do you have for this!

I am of Goddess craft!”

Ignoring him, they tied him up

And placed him on a raft.

11 As Lilith watched him float away,

She noticed in his grasp

A piece of fruit from off a tree

Secured within a clasp.

12 The crafty dragon then appeared

And freed the man to dine.

“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!

Behold- it is now mine!”

13 Of all they were allowed to eat,

The fruit from off one tree

The Goddess had forbidden them-

It birthed eternity.

14 As Adam fled atop the beast,

An an angel came to guard

The entrance into Eden’s realm-

A blazing, shining shard.

15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see

The man depart their land.

As Lilith utilized her skills,

The Goddess found it grand.

16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,

Reviving all inside

And laugher flourished plant to plane-

A gift she would provide.

Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters

4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust

Increased as he would find

A race of creatures, humanoid,

In which his loins would grind.

2 The offspring grew in wonderment

And angels fell from grace

The same as Lucifer had been,

Succumbing in that place.

3 As Adam had him many wives,

So, too, the angels took

To bed his daughters, full of sin,

Depicted in this book.

4 Abominations they produced,

The giants and monsters spawned

Devoured the outer world around

As evil newly dawned.

5 And still they could not enter in

The gates of Eden’s port.

The Goddess kept her promises

And Lilith ruled her court.

6 The angels, each a different brand-

A lion, and eagle, and

A bull defended Lilith’s woods-

And kept filth from her land.

7 For Adam daily tried his best

To take back all denied.

And yet the Goddess blocked attempts

No matter how he tried.

8 The dwarves and elves and other kind

Among the woodland’s hold

Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen

And forged the Goddess gold.

9 Too closely to the outside world

A few dwarves ventured near.

The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed

To offer hateful fear.

10 Again, day out and in, they tried

But Eden’s troupe prevailed.

It seemed a futile quest, indeed

For every time, they failed.

11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,

And Adam fell in line.

No matter how they changed the course,

The Goddess proved divine.

12 And I would know, for She is me-

We are one in the same.

The garden holds a hidden myth,

And Lilith is her name …

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesMByers
Propagation
The Origin

1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-
Existence made its way.
Explosions carved the universe
As She unfolded clay.
2 The earth held nothing in its form
Aside from empty dark.
The Goddess crafted sod and sea;
Her spirit made its mark.
3 The angels She created next-
Of wing and feral might.
Emblazoned with a fiery core,
An army willed to fight.
4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”
She saw that this was good.
Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;
She crafted earth and wood.
5 A separation of the void,
She called them night and day.
A sphere of fire to keep the morn,
A moon where dark would stay.
6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf
In waters rushing flow,
The Goddess spoke and ushered fish
Beneath the undertow.
7 Upon the lands, the angels flew
Ensuring life evolved.
The smallest to the greatest spread,
A manifest resolved.
8 The Goddess called her angels back,
Decreeing, “Be it so-
That all I make shall reproduce-
Increasing ebb and flow.”
9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;
The fauna filled the land.
The angels blessed the beast and bird
As was their first command.
10 Although the world begotten brimmed
In life of every thing,
The Goddess felt an emptiness
Compelling her to sing.
11 A garden formed of lush delight
Encapsulating all
Invoked as She unleashed a song
And wrought mankind in thrall.
12 The major chords she ushered forth
Ensnared the dirt and mud,
And in her image came the first-
A human, flesh and blood.

Lilith and Adam

2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-
The Goddess placed her spark
Embedding every living thing
Between the light and dark.
2 Around the garden walked abroad
A woman of the earth.
The Goddess smiled at what she saw,
Creating in her mirth.
3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,
The Goddess lullaby.
She raised her up above the beasts;
The angels in the sky.
4 And though all pleasures she partook,
A sorrow swallowed whole.
The Goddess made the woman sleep
To form another soul.
5 The moment She began her song,
A rib from Lilith spurned
Another- man- as Adam came-
And passion in him burned.
6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-
He tried to rule her form.
But she refused his thirsty lust;
No, she would not conform.

The Descent

3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood
Until he heard a voice-
“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-
My son, you have a choice.”
2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,
Had fallen from a star.
Enticing Adam with his lies,
He whispered, “There you are!”
3 As Adam stood before the beast,
A newfound feeling swelled.
“What can I do to make her mine?
To make her heart compelled?”
4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-
Absolve your flesh in her.”
The great deceiver coaxed his prey
And Adam would concur.
5 Unknown to either of the two,
The Goddess crafted more-
She called them dwarves and others elves,
The myths of ancient lore.
6 As it would be, a dwarf about
The garden heard the plan.
He raced to Lilith, full of fear,
And thus betrayed the man.
7 The garden, Eden it was called,
Invited Adam home.
And Lilith waited, open arms;
Beside her stood a gnome.
8 “So, Mother has created more-
And here you wait for me.
I have a tale to share with you-
An act to set you free."
9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared
And angels flew below
Arresting Adam ere he stood,
For what, he did not know.
10 “What meaning do you have for this!
I am of Goddess craft!”
Ignoring him, they tied him up
And placed him on a raft.
11 As Lilith watched him float away,
She noticed in his grasp
A piece of fruit from off a tree
Secured within a clasp.
12 The crafty dragon then appeared
And freed the man to dine.
“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!
Behold- it is now mine!”
13 Of all they were allowed to eat,
The fruit from off one tree
The Goddess had forbidden them-
It birthed eternity.
14 As Adam fled atop the beast,
An an angel came to guard
The entrance into Eden’s realm-
A blazing, shining shard.
15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see
The man depart their land.
As Lilith utilized her skills,
The Goddess found it grand.
16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,
Reviving all inside
And laugher flourished plant to plane-
A gift she would provide.

Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters

4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust
Increased as he would find
A race of creatures, humanoid,
In which his loins would grind.
2 The offspring grew in wonderment
And angels fell from grace
The same as Lucifer had been,
Succumbing in that place.
3 As Adam had him many wives,
So, too, the angels took
To bed his daughters, full of sin,
Depicted in this book.
4 Abominations they produced,
The giants and monsters spawned
Devoured the outer world around
As evil newly dawned.
5 And still they could not enter in
The gates of Eden’s port.
The Goddess kept her promises
And Lilith ruled her court.
6 The angels, each a different brand-
A lion, and eagle, and
A bull defended Lilith’s woods-
And kept filth from her land.
7 For Adam daily tried his best
To take back all denied.
And yet the Goddess blocked attempts
No matter how he tried.
8 The dwarves and elves and other kind
Among the woodland’s hold
Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen
And forged the Goddess gold.
9 Too closely to the outside world
A few dwarves ventured near.
The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed
To offer hateful fear.
10 Again, day out and in, they tried
But Eden’s troupe prevailed.
It seemed a futile quest, indeed
For every time, they failed.
11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,
And Adam fell in line.
No matter how they changed the course,
The Goddess proved divine.
12 And I would know, for She is me-
We are one in the same.
The garden holds a hidden myth,
And Lilith is her name …
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Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the beginning, I was.

        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 

        Desire. 

        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 

        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 

        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 

        Do "you" not remember?

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Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A
In the beginning, I was.
        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 
        Desire. 
        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 
        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 
        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 
        Do "you" not remember?
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Gods Dream

I fell asleep

I dreamt I had a canvas

And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint

I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food

My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible

My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence

I was destined to paint a masterpiece

A voice, not audible, it was intuitive

Suggested I call the painting "earth"

I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas

And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.

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Gods Dream
I fell asleep
I dreamt I had a canvas
And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint
I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food
My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible
My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence
I was destined to paint a masterpiece
A voice, not audible, it was intuitive
Suggested I call the painting "earth"
I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas
And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.
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God 3.0 - Conversations with himself!

"There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, looks like something's brewing inside!"

Burrrrrppp...

"Ohh...It's just a bubble of gas. Ummm...Let me do something interesting with it."

Phoooooooo...

"Ahhh...Whacktastic!! It's mighty powerful! Those stars were old anyway, I needed a break from them. And, the stardust looks like an interesting creation. But, ummm...what do I do with it?"

Hmmmm...

"Alrightie! I haves an ideaz! Let me roll it into a ball and then I can have some playtime with my latest toy!"

Swisssshhhhh...Swasssssshhh...Booom!!!!!

"Oh! The Mighty Heavens! Look what I just did!!"

"This is my most stunning creation. Look, how its golden gleams in the light of that orange ball I created earlier! It makes me want to sing."

"Hmmmm...where is that musical instrument I crafted that produces the sweetest melody? And, what did I call it...?"

"Ahhh...I remember! I called it a FLUTE. And I placed it securely at the center of galaxy number 10000000008. I must get it. Now!"

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here, I am! Ohhh...these puffy clouds of hope. I'm sure my flute's charm creates these. But they also obscure my flute. Hmpf!"

*Whistle whistle* *blow blow*

"Oh my flute, you little doe!

Come into my hands, and let us go.

Do not let, my impatience grow,

Coz Universe awaits, a mighty show!"

"Aha! You look as fresh and resplendent as when I made you. You, my child, were made for a purpose. The purpose of making sweet music. And, your time has come."

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here we are! Can you see that golden ball shimmering in the glow of that other orange ball? Oh, the beauty makes my heart want to sing. Let's not waste any more time."

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Oh, no! It's that queasy feeling, again. This time, in my chest!"

*Sniff sniff*

"It's rising to my head! It needs an outlet."

"What's this liquid that's coming out through my eyes? Ahh! But the queasiness dwindles.."

Hmmmm...Lick.."This tastes salty. It is so precious! I must not waste it. Let me send it inside that new golden ball. I'll create a hole through its center to allow this liquid inside."

Rizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Ahh, there! It flows into the golden ball. This liquid gives a cooling and calming sensation as it flows. I'll call it 'OCEAN'. I need a plan. A plan to keep the ocean in the golden ball."

"OK! I have it! It's called the 'centrifugal force'. If the ball rotates at a certain speed, the ocean will never spill out! Yay!"

"This ball is turning out to be quite an adventurous creation so far. I must do more with it."

"The Mighty Heavens! That irritating queasy feeling again. It is now arresting my eardrums."

"Eeeeww! What's this coming out of my ears? It's sticky and gooey! It's green and mucky. What do I do with it?"

Hmmmm..."Right now, I have only one place where I can dispose it off. The golden ball!"

"Ta..da..swoooooshhhh"

"There! Ohh! It's mixing with the ocean! Freak-show! It is creating a storm inside the golden ball!! Waaaaaaaaa!!"

*Sob sob*

"Hun...the storm is settling. The ocean is separating from the muck. What a relief! It's forming a different surface, a hard one! Wow! I knew it!! Everything I do is magical! That hard surface looks fertile. I can do more with it, but, first, I need to name it."

"EARTH! Yes, I'll call it earth. In fact, the golden ball will henceforth be called Earth."

"Flute! Let's do some more singing and add some more things to this most entertaining creation of mine!" 

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"Fish!"

"More marine life!"

"Plants. They shall germinate."

"Birds. They will fly high and add beauty to the upper echelons of this earth."

"Animals. They shall propagate themselves."

"Still something missing."

"Yeah! MAN!"

"But, he must have a partner for the fun and frolic. Hmmm..ok..WOMAN!"

"Oh, I forgot! Just like man needs a woman, earth needs more companions! I'll give it siblings. Eight...errr...nine of them. But ninth I'll keep hidden. I'll let man discover it!"

"Hehehe! Flute! Do you see how beautiful the earth looks? Man and woman are having fun along with fish, animals and birds!"

"But, Flute, some fun is missing! Let's sing again."

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"That darned queasiness, it plagues my groins! I think I need to pee!"

"Umm...where do I go? Oh yes! Earth, of course!"

"What a relief! Ohh, it forms a lake! But, I must warn man and woman not to drink from this lake, nor eat the fruit from its banks or they'll suffer when they want to propagate."

"Man and woman! Listen, you must never drink from this lake nor eat any fruit that hangs in the orchards that grow near it. The water is contaminated and so is the fruit."

"If you drink that water, you will suffer queasiness in your chest whenever the two of you part. If you eat the fruit, you'll suffer queasiness in your groins when you want to propagate which will be followed by pain when you birth the creation."

"Hmpf!!"

"I told them! I told them, not to!! They did not listen! And now, they will suffer. They will suffer for generations upon generations."

"What do I do? How do I help them? Yes! I will add 'emotion' to childbirth and that will bring them peace, calmness and happiness!"

"This seems perfect! Now they are all set for a long long time to come."

"Ohh!! I forgot to give them a method to communicate with me."

"Flute! Music!"

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Wave communication technology! Yes! I give them the internet. And I'll plant myself as the 'GOD App'."

Hahaha!

"They'll get in touch and they'll get answers and they'll think they are just having fun! They won't even know it's me! Yo!"

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

And thus, HE played HIS music...

P.S. There is a reason why they say that children's prayers never go unanswered. Through personal experience I know that's true as well. Hence, in my mind, God must have a child-like innocence and excitement about each of his creations. Also, in my head, music represents the "Word". That's what I've tried to capture in this story and have also added some imaginative funny instances. No offence meant to anyone.

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God 3.0 - Conversations with himself!
"There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, looks like something's brewing inside!"

Burrrrrppp...

"Ohh...It's just a bubble of gas. Ummm...Let me do something interesting with it."

Phoooooooo...

"Ahhh...Whacktastic!! It's mighty powerful! Those stars were old anyway, I needed a break from them. And, the stardust looks like an interesting creation. But, ummm...what do I do with it?"

Hmmmm...

"Alrightie! I haves an ideaz! Let me roll it into a ball and then I can have some playtime with my latest toy!"

Swisssshhhhh...Swasssssshhh...Booom!!!!!

"Oh! The Mighty Heavens! Look what I just did!!"

"This is my most stunning creation. Look, how its golden gleams in the light of that orange ball I created earlier! It makes me want to sing."

"Hmmmm...where is that musical instrument I crafted that produces the sweetest melody? And, what did I call it...?"

"Ahhh...I remember! I called it a FLUTE. And I placed it securely at the center of galaxy number 10000000008. I must get it. Now!"

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here, I am! Ohhh...these puffy clouds of hope. I'm sure my flute's charm creates these. But they also obscure my flute. Hmpf!"

*Whistle whistle* *blow blow*

"Oh my flute, you little doe!
Come into my hands, and let us go.
Do not let, my impatience grow,
Coz Universe awaits, a mighty show!"

"Aha! You look as fresh and resplendent as when I made you. You, my child, were made for a purpose. The purpose of making sweet music. And, your time has come."

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here we are! Can you see that golden ball shimmering in the glow of that other orange ball? Oh, the beauty makes my heart want to sing. Let's not waste any more time."

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Oh, no! It's that queasy feeling, again. This time, in my chest!"

*Sniff sniff*

"It's rising to my head! It needs an outlet."

"What's this liquid that's coming out through my eyes? Ahh! But the queasiness dwindles.."

Hmmmm...Lick.."This tastes salty. It is so precious! I must not waste it. Let me send it inside that new golden ball. I'll create a hole through its center to allow this liquid inside."

Rizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Ahh, there! It flows into the golden ball. This liquid gives a cooling and calming sensation as it flows. I'll call it 'OCEAN'. I need a plan. A plan to keep the ocean in the golden ball."

"OK! I have it! It's called the 'centrifugal force'. If the ball rotates at a certain speed, the ocean will never spill out! Yay!"

"This ball is turning out to be quite an adventurous creation so far. I must do more with it."

"The Mighty Heavens! That irritating queasy feeling again. It is now arresting my eardrums."

"Eeeeww! What's this coming out of my ears? It's sticky and gooey! It's green and mucky. What do I do with it?"

Hmmmm..."Right now, I have only one place where I can dispose it off. The golden ball!"

"Ta..da..swoooooshhhh"

"There! Ohh! It's mixing with the ocean! Freak-show! It is creating a storm inside the golden ball!! Waaaaaaaaa!!"

*Sob sob*

"Hun...the storm is settling. The ocean is separating from the muck. What a relief! It's forming a different surface, a hard one! Wow! I knew it!! Everything I do is magical! That hard surface looks fertile. I can do more with it, but, first, I need to name it."

"EARTH! Yes, I'll call it earth. In fact, the golden ball will henceforth be called Earth."

"Flute! Let's do some more singing and add some more things to this most entertaining creation of mine!" 

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"Fish!"

"More marine life!"

"Plants. They shall germinate."

"Birds. They will fly high and add beauty to the upper echelons of this earth."

"Animals. They shall propagate themselves."

"Still something missing."

"Yeah! MAN!"

"But, he must have a partner for the fun and frolic. Hmmm..ok..WOMAN!"

"Oh, I forgot! Just like man needs a woman, earth needs more companions! I'll give it siblings. Eight...errr...nine of them. But ninth I'll keep hidden. I'll let man discover it!"

"Hehehe! Flute! Do you see how beautiful the earth looks? Man and woman are having fun along with fish, animals and birds!"

"But, Flute, some fun is missing! Let's sing again."

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"That darned queasiness, it plagues my groins! I think I need to pee!"

"Umm...where do I go? Oh yes! Earth, of course!"

"What a relief! Ohh, it forms a lake! But, I must warn man and woman not to drink from this lake, nor eat the fruit from its banks or they'll suffer when they want to propagate."

"Man and woman! Listen, you must never drink from this lake nor eat any fruit that hangs in the orchards that grow near it. The water is contaminated and so is the fruit."

"If you drink that water, you will suffer queasiness in your chest whenever the two of you part. If you eat the fruit, you'll suffer queasiness in your groins when you want to propagate which will be followed by pain when you birth the creation."

"Hmpf!!"

"I told them! I told them, not to!! They did not listen! And now, they will suffer. They will suffer for generations upon generations."

"What do I do? How do I help them? Yes! I will add 'emotion' to childbirth and that will bring them peace, calmness and happiness!"

"This seems perfect! Now they are all set for a long long time to come."

"Ohh!! I forgot to give them a method to communicate with me."

"Flute! Music!"

♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Wave communication technology! Yes! I give them the internet. And I'll plant myself as the 'GOD App'."

Hahaha!

"They'll get in touch and they'll get answers and they'll think they are just having fun! They won't even know it's me! Yo!"

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

And thus, HE played HIS music...

P.S. There is a reason why they say that children's prayers never go unanswered. Through personal experience I know that's true as well. Hence, in my mind, God must have a child-like innocence and excitement about each of his creations. Also, in my head, music represents the "Word". That's what I've tried to capture in this story and have also added some imaginative funny instances. No offence meant to anyone.

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Second Chance

A parallel universe to Earth

God created – he wasn’t pleased,

It was misshapen and lumpy

and the people weren’t in his image.

It was so lonely in the pin pricked night

with grating sounds and no purpose.

He decided to create another one

so he could say “it is good!”

The first universe was just practice

so he could improve his skills

It was dark and barren and foreboding

Now that he had honed his artistry,

he scattered humans in perilous midnight

and sprinkled crystal drops of water

rotating them until they covered earth,

cerulean blue, aqua, cobalt and turquoise,

saying, “As I take, I give back!”

He juggled the night with moon and stars,

occasionally dropping the earthen ball,

never giving up, got right back on the horse,

so that twilight metamorphosed into dawn,

bringing rays of sunlight to our world.

He shaped the light so we could witness

his creation as the emboldened dawn took care

of obscurity, leaving footprints on vapor trails.

Bolts of lightning became words to hapless souls.

Time begged to be born and it was so.

God’s fingers molded lumps of soft clay,

blood and bone coalesced to become flesh.

Fluttering souls awakened in deep shadows.

Joy of touch erupted in skin sensations.

God gave words to express feelings of

love and passion as we witnessed mosaics

of all creations cascading in sultry colors.

Inner peace and spiritual whispers flowed

on breezes as a leaf survives the wind on its tip.

Mist arose as intrigue surged through hungry hearts

but it was not enough – he gave us creativity -

so that our life would be laden full of promise.

He gave us touch and ability to express ourselves.

He filled the bowl of our world with fish and birds.

He placed animals – large and small – on our earth.

He shaped the wet pottery of man in his image

carefully molding him to create wonders of being.

Day and night became the never ending circle of life.

When he was through, he held his head in his hands

and praised what he had done, proclaiming with wonder,

“This is much better than the parallel universe I spawned first

“If at first, I didn’t succeed, I tried, tried, tried again!”

                   AND IT WAS GOOD!

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Written by sandflea68
Second Chance
A parallel universe to Earth
God created – he wasn’t pleased,
It was misshapen and lumpy
and the people weren’t in his image.
It was so lonely in the pin pricked night
with grating sounds and no purpose.
He decided to create another one
so he could say “it is good!”
The first universe was just practice
so he could improve his skills
It was dark and barren and foreboding
Now that he had honed his artistry,
he scattered humans in perilous midnight
and sprinkled crystal drops of water
rotating them until they covered earth,
cerulean blue, aqua, cobalt and turquoise,
saying, “As I take, I give back!”
He juggled the night with moon and stars,
occasionally dropping the earthen ball,
never giving up, got right back on the horse,
so that twilight metamorphosed into dawn,
bringing rays of sunlight to our world.
He shaped the light so we could witness
his creation as the emboldened dawn took care
of obscurity, leaving footprints on vapor trails.
Bolts of lightning became words to hapless souls.
Time begged to be born and it was so.
God’s fingers molded lumps of soft clay,
blood and bone coalesced to become flesh.
Fluttering souls awakened in deep shadows.
Joy of touch erupted in skin sensations.
God gave words to express feelings of
love and passion as we witnessed mosaics
of all creations cascading in sultry colors.
Inner peace and spiritual whispers flowed
on breezes as a leaf survives the wind on its tip.
Mist arose as intrigue surged through hungry hearts
but it was not enough – he gave us creativity -
so that our life would be laden full of promise.
He gave us touch and ability to express ourselves.
He filled the bowl of our world with fish and birds.
He placed animals – large and small – on our earth.
He shaped the wet pottery of man in his image
carefully molding him to create wonders of being.
Day and night became the never ending circle of life.
When he was through, he held his head in his hands
and praised what he had done, proclaiming with wonder,
“This is much better than the parallel universe I spawned first
“If at first, I didn’t succeed, I tried, tried, tried again!”
                   AND IT WAS GOOD!

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Chapter 5 of Brief Moments
Written by RubyPond

Perfection Of The Imperfect Man

He stood before the Father, his Father (the Son before him). "Why must I, Father? You know science is not my strong suit? Please, can't we do something else for my final project?"

     "Now son, you know it has to be this way. Why this has been passed on from generation to generation for many millenniums now. Many moons have set beneath those stars and been witness to the creation of man. And one day, we will get it right and then, and only then will we stop passing the tradition down, generation to generation."

     "Well, I don't mind the creating part, but do I really have to destroy the humans that are living now? It seems such a waste! And I can't stand to see them suffer!"

     "Son, you know the rule. Unless all are destroyed, the future of your new creation will be contaminated and it will never stand a chance. A fresh start is the only way. This is how we've always done it."

     "But, Father can't I just make them all go to sleep and not wake up? Does it have to be by fire or water? That just seems so violent!"

     "Son, what have you learned in your 18 years of life? Haven't you been paying attention? Fire, or water is the only way. It is the only two things that will insure that all life has been extinguished. Now are we really going to argue all day, because I thought you were hungry!"

     "Yes, Father! I shall start working right away." And the two kissed on the cheek and the Son of the Father, waited until his Father was out of sight to begin his  project. So the boy worked all day, remembering what his Father had told him. That if he did a good job he would be rewarded with a big feast for dinner. And that did sound good, for he was very hungry!

     Later that evening the Father returned to find the Son extremely frustrated with dirty hands and sweat running down the bridge of his nose. "Well, how's it going?" He asked his very frustrated son. 

     "Not good!" The Son said in short-tempered words. "Every time I create one of them, they disobey me and I have to start all over again! It is maddening me!" And with that, the Father tossed back his head and laughed out loud.

     "What are you laughing at? This is hard work. It is almost impossible to make the perfect man. Here you try!" the Son said, handing the Father a handful of soil.

     "Son, remember I am the one that created what is here now!" The Father wanted badly to help him, but knew that he could not. "Listen Son! I can't help you, but I can give you a suggestion. As long as you have the other's here still alive, it will not work. You must destroy them first, so as not to contaminate the others. Now, I am going to prepare that feast and when I come back, I expect you to have made some progress." So the Father left the son alone again.

     Sometime later the Father returned to the Son. "Well, how much progress have you made Son?" He asked.

     "I'm done! I made man and I am finished!"

     "Did you destroy the earth and start over like I told you too?" His eyes narrowed.

     "Nope, didn't have to.!" The Son saw the disgruntled look in his Father's eyes and went on. "Let me show you what I did.  First off, I created man see, and he needed a woman, so I created her too out of the man.  But, I did not do what you said about destroying the earth before I created them because I knew that they would destroy the world themselves, without help from me. And sure enough, they did! After the man saw how good the woman was for him, the first thing the man did, was went out and destroyed all of his competition. That way he had the woman to himself.  When all the other men were dead, the woman realized that she too needed to get rid of all the other women so that she would have no competition.

     And then it was amazing! The man and the woman looked around and they were sad, because they were the only human's left on earth. And they grieved and they were sorry and filled with regret. And then you won't believe what happened next Father!"

      "What son? What happened?"

     "They were so full of remorse and sadness that they bowed down and pleaded for me to help them. They were not even sure I was here and yet, they called out to me. And I took them in my bosom and gave them comfort and forgiveness and in that moment they became perfect. 

     That is when I realized that I could not make them perfect. They had to be imperfect so that they would fail and need help. And so Father, I am pleased to tell you that I indeed did make a perfect man after all. By making them imperfect.  For man perfect is a God and if I were to make them perfect, they would never need us.  There would be no joy, no happiness, only sadness and despair.   See imperfection of man is what makes them love and grow and do great things. It is thru imperfection of all beings that they find  joy. And it is in their imperfection that they find us and bow down in submission and in that moment they become perfect through us.

     And the Father was proud of the Son and led him to a huge feast. "Well done, my Son. What you have done here will not have to happen again for another millennia." And the Father and the Son, feasted together and lived a very long time.

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Chapter 5 of Brief Moments
Written by RubyPond
Perfection Of The Imperfect Man
He stood before the Father, his Father (the Son before him). "Why must I, Father? You know science is not my strong suit? Please, can't we do something else for my final project?"
     "Now son, you know it has to be this way. Why this has been passed on from generation to generation for many millenniums now. Many moons have set beneath those stars and been witness to the creation of man. And one day, we will get it right and then, and only then will we stop passing the tradition down, generation to generation."
     "Well, I don't mind the creating part, but do I really have to destroy the humans that are living now? It seems such a waste! And I can't stand to see them suffer!"
     "Son, you know the rule. Unless all are destroyed, the future of your new creation will be contaminated and it will never stand a chance. A fresh start is the only way. This is how we've always done it."
     "But, Father can't I just make them all go to sleep and not wake up? Does it have to be by fire or water? That just seems so violent!"
     "Son, what have you learned in your 18 years of life? Haven't you been paying attention? Fire, or water is the only way. It is the only two things that will insure that all life has been extinguished. Now are we really going to argue all day, because I thought you were hungry!"
     "Yes, Father! I shall start working right away." And the two kissed on the cheek and the Son of the Father, waited until his Father was out of sight to begin his  project. So the boy worked all day, remembering what his Father had told him. That if he did a good job he would be rewarded with a big feast for dinner. And that did sound good, for he was very hungry!
     Later that evening the Father returned to find the Son extremely frustrated with dirty hands and sweat running down the bridge of his nose. "Well, how's it going?" He asked his very frustrated son. 
     "Not good!" The Son said in short-tempered words. "Every time I create one of them, they disobey me and I have to start all over again! It is maddening me!" And with that, the Father tossed back his head and laughed out loud.
     "What are you laughing at? This is hard work. It is almost impossible to make the perfect man. Here you try!" the Son said, handing the Father a handful of soil.
     "Son, remember I am the one that created what is here now!" The Father wanted badly to help him, but knew that he could not. "Listen Son! I can't help you, but I can give you a suggestion. As long as you have the other's here still alive, it will not work. You must destroy them first, so as not to contaminate the others. Now, I am going to prepare that feast and when I come back, I expect you to have made some progress." So the Father left the son alone again.
     Sometime later the Father returned to the Son. "Well, how much progress have you made Son?" He asked.
     "I'm done! I made man and I am finished!"
     "Did you destroy the earth and start over like I told you too?" His eyes narrowed.
     "Nope, didn't have to.!" The Son saw the disgruntled look in his Father's eyes and went on. "Let me show you what I did.  First off, I created man see, and he needed a woman, so I created her too out of the man.  But, I did not do what you said about destroying the earth before I created them because I knew that they would destroy the world themselves, without help from me. And sure enough, they did! After the man saw how good the woman was for him, the first thing the man did, was went out and destroyed all of his competition. That way he had the woman to himself.  When all the other men were dead, the woman realized that she too needed to get rid of all the other women so that she would have no competition.
     And then it was amazing! The man and the woman looked around and they were sad, because they were the only human's left on earth. And they grieved and they were sorry and filled with regret. And then you won't believe what happened next Father!"
      "What son? What happened?"
     "They were so full of remorse and sadness that they bowed down and pleaded for me to help them. They were not even sure I was here and yet, they called out to me. And I took them in my bosom and gave them comfort and forgiveness and in that moment they became perfect. 
     That is when I realized that I could not make them perfect. They had to be imperfect so that they would fail and need help. And so Father, I am pleased to tell you that I indeed did make a perfect man after all. By making them imperfect.  For man perfect is a God and if I were to make them perfect, they would never need us.  There would be no joy, no happiness, only sadness and despair.   See imperfection of man is what makes them love and grow and do great things. It is thru imperfection of all beings that they find  joy. And it is in their imperfection that they find us and bow down in submission and in that moment they become perfect through us.
     And the Father was proud of the Son and led him to a huge feast. "Well done, my Son. What you have done here will not have to happen again for another millennia." And the Father and the Son, feasted together and lived a very long time.




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Written by madbeyond

Out of the Blue

Floating in the void was the wretched Fair Isle sweater, its lumpy blue nimbus circling vanilla wool. It emitted the stench of sweatsoaked humiliation and had a certain Je ne sais quoi (literally, She did not know what). The mirror, when She’d stood before it in the distant future, reflected her hot face, rosacea taking the place of acne, menopausal memory loss reducing Her to once again muttering Je ne suis pas. To laughter. (Class, Emily is not. Poor Mademoiselle Emily, she does not exist!) The sweater balled and pilled, pilled and balled. She painted the sky yellow, the birds octagonal, Her long nails aubergine. She blew the wind to the seventeen corners. She stood for a minute in a whiteout of green. The sweater unfurled, yarn by yarn by yarn. She dove into the ring of mirrors the handmirror drilled, down and out, down and out. Je ne suis pas, Je ne suis pas.

Ms. Emily, to you.

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Out of the Blue
Floating in the void was the wretched Fair Isle sweater, its lumpy blue nimbus circling vanilla wool. It emitted the stench of sweatsoaked humiliation and had a certain Je ne sais quoi (literally, She did not know what). The mirror, when She’d stood before it in the distant future, reflected her hot face, rosacea taking the place of acne, menopausal memory loss reducing Her to once again muttering Je ne suis pas. To laughter. (Class, Emily is not. Poor Mademoiselle Emily, she does not exist!) The sweater balled and pilled, pilled and balled. She painted the sky yellow, the birds octagonal, Her long nails aubergine. She blew the wind to the seventeen corners. She stood for a minute in a whiteout of green. The sweater unfurled, yarn by yarn by yarn. She dove into the ring of mirrors the handmirror drilled, down and out, down and out. Je ne suis pas, Je ne suis pas.

Ms. Emily, to you.

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A New Hobby


It was Friday night and I had turned way too much water into wine. Inebriated and bored out of my mind, I had decided it was time for me to pick up a new hobby. My current hobby was becoming too redundant and mundane –walking on water lost its excitement with no one there to witness it.


That's it! I knew right then what my new hobby would be. I could create a group of followers to astonish with my water-walking skills!


Walking to the nearest moistened soil, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to create the first people to become my followers. Scooping up the soil, damp from stagnant water leaching from the nearby cesspool (don't ask, I was high when I created dry land and water, and I hadn't gotten around to fixing that little error yet) I began to mold the foul-smelling muck into a man-shaped form. I'll admit it was a sloppy job, but considering my wine-induced double vision is the reason Adam had two feet to stand on, I think we can look past the sloppiness.


I decided on the name Adam, which most of you already know, but what most don't know is, his last name is Miracle. A-Dam-Miracle. Haha!

Man I was drunk.

Anyways, I realized if I made a woman to pair with Adam, they could procreate my followers for me, and I could begin a new hobby –sword swallowing always intrigued me.


Ripping out a rib from Adam seemed an appropriate way to create his counterpart. I’m not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I was thinking about the barbecue ribs I had for supper the night before.

Eh, either way, Eve never asked me why I chose his rib, so thank fuck for that!

Eve is actually just a nickname I gave her. Her real names Even. Even Steven. Wine brings out a sick sense of humor –don’t judge me.


When I had realized that Adam and Eve were not procreating my followers for me, I attempted to “set the mood” by creating the moon and the stars to pepper the heavens in romantic lighting. But to accomplish this, I had to make the sun go away for part of the day, so the moon and stars could shine brighter. Aha! Dark and light!


The first night that the moon and stars came out, procreation began and it wasn't long before I had myself quite the audience. Everyone bowed to my water-walking skills, and I couldn't be happier than when I'd hear the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the crowd.


Before long, I became bored again, and quite frankly, Adam was getting on my nerves. Eve too. Adam couldn't stop begging to eat the stupid fruit I marked as inedible (Should've stuck to wine that night, whiskey makes me a bit of a control freak) and Eve apparently wanted to procreate with me, which I wanted no part of. I mean, wasn't that the purpose of creating them both? So I wouldn't have to put in the work?


Fretting over the current frustrations of my creations, I decided I would create something to eliminate them from the beautiful Earth I had made.

I'd need to lubricate my thinking wheels with some rum and Coke before stumbling upon a solution.

Yes! That's it! Flying animals to swoop down and carry these ignorant assholes away! So I took a long, hard swig of rum, straight from the bottle, and spat it into the air. Before my very eyes, an eagle had formed; such a big, strong looking creature. I instructed it to find the people, grip them with its talons, and carry them off as far away from me as possible.


The eagle flew the opposite direction, so I continued spitting rum in the air, making an entire fleet of all different species of winged animals. None of them heeded my instructions.

Pissed off and hungover the following morning, I was burning with the need for revenge. The winged creatures failed me terribly. I had to eradicate them, too.


I know! I'll make land animals, big ass wild cats, alligators, grizzly bears; oh the plethora of predators I had planned!


I had made two of everything and just finished the last pair of elephants, when one of the grizzly bears released a ferocious attack on me, nearly mauling me to death. Frankly, I'll admit it ok, that bear kicked my ass! I needed a vacation, but what I ended up with was one day of rest.


One. Fucking. Day?


Eh, it's all good I suppose. I created the food chain to get even with every species of the animal kingdom; my Friday night hobby is tuning into shows like “When Nature Attacks” and “Predators of the Wild” –unless it involves bears.


I don't need to get even with the people, they do enough damage to each other without me lifting a finger.

Hahaha! Ignorant shitheads.

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Written by Lish
A New Hobby

It was Friday night and I had turned way too much water into wine. Inebriated and bored out of my mind, I had decided it was time for me to pick up a new hobby. My current hobby was becoming too redundant and mundane –walking on water lost its excitement with no one there to witness it.

That's it! I knew right then what my new hobby would be. I could create a group of followers to astonish with my water-walking skills!

Walking to the nearest moistened soil, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to create the first people to become my followers. Scooping up the soil, damp from stagnant water leaching from the nearby cesspool (don't ask, I was high when I created dry land and water, and I hadn't gotten around to fixing that little error yet) I began to mold the foul-smelling muck into a man-shaped form. I'll admit it was a sloppy job, but considering my wine-induced double vision is the reason Adam had two feet to stand on, I think we can look past the sloppiness.

I decided on the name Adam, which most of you already know, but what most don't know is, his last name is Miracle. A-Dam-Miracle. Haha!

Man I was drunk.

Anyways, I realized if I made a woman to pair with Adam, they could procreate my followers for me, and I could begin a new hobby –sword swallowing always intrigued me.

Ripping out a rib from Adam seemed an appropriate way to create his counterpart. I’m not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I was thinking about the barbecue ribs I had for supper the night before.

Eh, either way, Eve never asked me why I chose his rib, so thank fuck for that!

Eve is actually just a nickname I gave her. Her real names Even. Even Steven. Wine brings out a sick sense of humor –don’t judge me.

When I had realized that Adam and Eve were not procreating my followers for me, I attempted to “set the mood” by creating the moon and the stars to pepper the heavens in romantic lighting. But to accomplish this, I had to make the sun go away for part of the day, so the moon and stars could shine brighter. Aha! Dark and light!

The first night that the moon and stars came out, procreation began and it wasn't long before I had myself quite the audience. Everyone bowed to my water-walking skills, and I couldn't be happier than when I'd hear the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the crowd.

Before long, I became bored again, and quite frankly, Adam was getting on my nerves. Eve too. Adam couldn't stop begging to eat the stupid fruit I marked as inedible (Should've stuck to wine that night, whiskey makes me a bit of a control freak) and Eve apparently wanted to procreate with me, which I wanted no part of. I mean, wasn't that the purpose of creating them both? So I wouldn't have to put in the work?

Fretting over the current frustrations of my creations, I decided I would create something to eliminate them from the beautiful Earth I had made.

I'd need to lubricate my thinking wheels with some rum and Coke before stumbling upon a solution.

Yes! That's it! Flying animals to swoop down and carry these ignorant assholes away! So I took a long, hard swig of rum, straight from the bottle, and spat it into the air. Before my very eyes, an eagle had formed; such a big, strong looking creature. I instructed it to find the people, grip them with its talons, and carry them off as far away from me as possible.

The eagle flew the opposite direction, so I continued spitting rum in the air, making an entire fleet of all different species of winged animals. None of them heeded my instructions.

Pissed off and hungover the following morning, I was burning with the need for revenge. The winged creatures failed me terribly. I had to eradicate them, too.

I know! I'll make land animals, big ass wild cats, alligators, grizzly bears; oh the plethora of predators I had planned!

I had made two of everything and just finished the last pair of elephants, when one of the grizzly bears released a ferocious attack on me, nearly mauling me to death. Frankly, I'll admit it ok, that bear kicked my ass! I needed a vacation, but what I ended up with was one day of rest.

One. Fucking. Day?

Eh, it's all good I suppose. I created the food chain to get even with every species of the animal kingdom; my Friday night hobby is tuning into shows like “When Nature Attacks” and “Predators of the Wild” –unless it involves bears.

I don't need to get even with the people, they do enough damage to each other without me lifting a finger.

Hahaha! Ignorant shitheads.
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Humanity personified.

"I don't usually say this, but that was god awful what I made." I look over at Jesus, who is panting and sweat is running down his face and beard. I smile at him. "Shall we try again?" He nods, pausing a moment.

"But where did we go wrong?" He asks. "You are God. How could it fail?" I look at the Earth. It's quiet now. I don't hear the wails anymore. No more calls and shouts to me, expecting me to take them out of a problem they put themselves in. Or maybe it was natural, but they blame me for mistreating their home.

"Well make them the same." I offer. "Same biology, same anatomy. But we'll change one thing."

"What's that?" Jesus asked.

"We'll make them more human."

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Humanity personified.
"I don't usually say this, but that was god awful what I made." I look over at Jesus, who is panting and sweat is running down his face and beard. I smile at him. "Shall we try again?" He nods, pausing a moment.

"But where did we go wrong?" He asks. "You are God. How could it fail?" I look at the Earth. It's quiet now. I don't hear the wails anymore. No more calls and shouts to me, expecting me to take them out of a problem they put themselves in. Or maybe it was natural, but they blame me for mistreating their home.

"Well make them the same." I offer. "Same biology, same anatomy. But we'll change one thing."

"What's that?" Jesus asked.

"We'll make them more human."
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Written by Shells

Soo this happened drunk.

I'm bored a lot. It's what happened when you hang out among the stars. It's all good for a week or two, you know the drill. The newness wears off and there's really very little left to "Oooh and ahhh" at. So I think, "I'll create something in my image." Ish I should say ish.

 I didn't create Lilith in my image. I gave her curves, that made me moan, and lips only worthy of a god. I gave her time to grow and discover herself and the land.

 But she wasn't quite like me. A curious lass with what you'd now consider a sex drive from Hell. When there was a Hell, but that's another story for another time.

 But back to the beginning, Lilith was beautiful. Far more beautiful than I. She was dipped in lust and love and longing and loneliness. I let my emotions  carry my will. I knew better, I did. I gave her the best and the worst of me.

 Deprived of attention she railed against me. I would sigh and mumble quietly beneath my breath "Sins of the Father." I would shake my head and watch as she explored this magical world. It was the wonder in her eye, the curiosity. 

  I, dare say, she got her wanderlust from me. Muddled clay and hair as red as the newly born sunset. I made the image of me? Or perhaps I created what I longed for, what I wanted to see when I looked at me. (So Imagine my surprise when Angie Everheart was cast as my Lilith in a terrible tale of Crypts and Bordellos of Blood.)

 But I digress...My enthusiasm was so strong that day that I clapped and giggled and rolled about. I was stunned, imagine just how stunned I was....My claps created a lumps of solid....ground? (You named it, not me) This wasn't exactly the plan.

 You see, I watching. a voyeur? That's what you call it now, I suppose.

(I shake my head, now, at the stupidity of it all) I just wanted to know Extasty beyond the stars. but you showed me life enternal.)

Self-Discovery was an accident. I didn't mean to make her touch the apple. I didn't mean for it to dangle in front of my eyes. But I wanted her too,  I wanted her to take the succulence between her lips and embrace it. Like it was the fires of, well, your Biblical Hell.

Moloch was angry and Zeus was irate when I took her to my bed. She was the fire of the roses and the thistles storm. Such pleasures I had never seen. Too much for me and too much adoration. So from the rib of her ribs I gave her Adam. A man of strong stature and build. Stamina above her own. Curiosty that neither she nor him understood.

 And I wept to Athena as Lilith rebelled.

The splurge from his "Prick" was fast and hard

So called, prick, for it's violent tearing of

the flesh between unknowing and Disappointment.

Oh, of course, he thrusted and thrashed about. waiting for the rot of my damned creation to exploded within. I had two fucks to give, just waiting to get off. He left me in disappointment and so to my Lilith. 

Oh, my dear Lilith who would have humped a tree had it made her cum. And so there was Eve. ripped from the ribs of my dear Adam. Perfection in it's infinite will.

 Dark haired with amber eyes and the ear of her creature. She found Adam in the garden of lore. And she adored him, in all of his infitine beauty, she adore him. And the rage grew in Lilith and she watched as they bore Caine and then Abel.

 But Caine was mine and she knew that. My dear Lilith she knew his soul belonged too me.

I didn't want it too be damned. But it was and she seduced fair caine, with his dark glossy locks and his hemlock eyes, and he Seduced my love and she left me, alone in my own world. And so Eve found the serpent and Lilith found the child.

 And you are all damned By the cunt of the maker.

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Written by Shells
Soo this happened drunk.
I'm bored a lot. It's what happened when you hang out among the stars. It's all good for a week or two, you know the drill. The newness wears off and there's really very little left to "Oooh and ahhh" at. So I think, "I'll create something in my image." Ish I should say ish.
 I didn't create Lilith in my image. I gave her curves, that made me moan, and lips only worthy of a god. I gave her time to grow and discover herself and the land.
 But she wasn't quite like me. A curious lass with what you'd now consider a sex drive from Hell. When there was a Hell, but that's another story for another time.
 But back to the beginning, Lilith was beautiful. Far more beautiful than I. She was dipped in lust and love and longing and loneliness. I let my emotions  carry my will. I knew better, I did. I gave her the best and the worst of me.
 Deprived of attention she railed against me. I would sigh and mumble quietly beneath my breath "Sins of the Father." I would shake my head and watch as she explored this magical world. It was the wonder in her eye, the curiosity. 
  I, dare say, she got her wanderlust from me. Muddled clay and hair as red as the newly born sunset. I made the image of me? Or perhaps I created what I longed for, what I wanted to see when I looked at me. (So Imagine my surprise when Angie Everheart was cast as my Lilith in a terrible tale of Crypts and Bordellos of Blood.)
 But I digress...My enthusiasm was so strong that day that I clapped and giggled and rolled about. I was stunned, imagine just how stunned I was....My claps created a lumps of solid....ground? (You named it, not me) This wasn't exactly the plan.
 You see, I watching. a voyeur? That's what you call it now, I suppose.


(I shake my head, now, at the stupidity of it all) I just wanted to know Extasty beyond the stars. but you showed me life enternal.)
Self-Discovery was an accident. I didn't mean to make her touch the apple. I didn't mean for it to dangle in front of my eyes. But I wanted her too,  I wanted her to take the succulence between her lips and embrace it. Like it was the fires of, well, your Biblical Hell.

Moloch was angry and Zeus was irate when I took her to my bed. She was the fire of the roses and the thistles storm. Such pleasures I had never seen. Too much for me and too much adoration. So from the rib of her ribs I gave her Adam. A man of strong stature and build. Stamina above her own. Curiosty that neither she nor him understood.
 And I wept to Athena as Lilith rebelled.

The splurge from his "Prick" was fast and hard
So called, prick, for it's violent tearing of
the flesh between unknowing and Disappointment.

Oh, of course, he thrusted and thrashed about. waiting for the rot of my damned creation to exploded within. I had two fucks to give, just waiting to get off. He left me in disappointment and so to my Lilith. 
Oh, my dear Lilith who would have humped a tree had it made her cum. And so there was Eve. ripped from the ribs of my dear Adam. Perfection in it's infinite will.
 Dark haired with amber eyes and the ear of her creature. She found Adam in the garden of lore. And she adored him, in all of his infitine beauty, she adore him. And the rage grew in Lilith and she watched as they bore Caine and then Abel.
 But Caine was mine and she knew that. My dear Lilith she knew his soul belonged too me.
I didn't want it too be damned. But it was and she seduced fair caine, with his dark glossy locks and his hemlock eyes, and he Seduced my love and she left me, alone in my own world. And so Eve found the serpent and Lilith found the child.
 And you are all damned By the cunt of the maker.
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